The British Wedding

I can’t understand the fuss and attention being made over today’s Royal Wedding. Being Irish, my feelings towards the British Crown are best kept to myself. But Kate and William remind me of July 16, 1988.

We made a promise to each other that day. In front of 150 family members and close friends. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do us part. I believed in that.

The first 15 years of our marriage was wonderful. Then life started to deal us some challenges. A miscarriage, career changes, moving family x-country, cancer, several job losses. Over the last seven years I felt a coldness rising in our marriage. Things became different, harder, less rewarding. It wasn’t anybody’s fault. It just happened.

I detest the British Monarchy. But to Kate and William I wish them all the happiness that life can give them. No one deserves to go through the emotional abuse I went through the past seven years.

Peace.

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Life is different for my three beautiful children - Savannah, Courtney and Douglas - and me since my wife passed away in 2010 from ARVD. Leaving that abusive relationship behind and living with PTSD is indescribably difficult. The path from darkness to happiness isn't linear. It's a jagged mess.

We live on the beautiful Central Coast of California, near San Luis Obispo. My children are happy and thriving. They are full of positive energy. They are spectacular.